Texty: Matt Wertz. External Fix-it Remedies.

These weeds keep popping up
I thought I killed them all last week
Because I dowsed them with that poison
Whose label read 'extra strength'
But sure enough they're still there
Sure as they'd been before
Strangling all the flowers
I've created this garden for

I've tried all the external fix-it remedies
And I've exhausted every ounce of my own strength
But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
All I'm doing is yanking out the weeds

You say you're sin keeps popping up
You thought you killed it all last week
Cause you told yourself you'd stop it all
And you prayed that you'd be released
But sure enough its still there
Sure as it had been before
Distracting you from righteousness
And rotting out your solid core

You've tried all the external fix-it remedies
And you've exhausted every ounce of your own strength
But until you dig down deep enough to find the root
All you're doing is yanking out the weeds

My garden was once my favorite part of this place
It's beauty overshadowed all others in this town
You see I hired a man to care for it and keep it
He was the best gardener around
But soon my old pride got to thinking
About doing this job on my own
I fired the man who perfectly kept it
And that's when the weeds started growing

I've tried all the external fix-it remedies
And I've exhausted every ounce of my own strength
But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
All I'm doing is yanking out the weeds